Swiftcurrent Creek How do ye do

It's alright. <3

Understanding the other male's words was still a struggle — just as it probably would remain so — but Nefarious was finding that the longer he was in Kerian's company the easier it was becoming. It wasn't so easy that his understanding was flawless, of course, but it was enough that Nefarious felt he could somewhat make out what the other was saying. Or at least, he was running off of an assumption and hoped that it was correct. Nefarious wasn't ashamed about his relative newness to Swiftcurrent Creek, and it was just as Kerian said: everyone was new at some point. Even the alpha was new at one point, whether it was at the founding of the Creek or after it. Everyone had been through the awkward stages of being the new meat, but routine was easy enough to pick up upon and Nefarious held little doubt that he would pick up on the Creek's routines soon enough. For a moment Nefarious did not answer the male's question regarding his name, unsure if 'mucker' was something that he should be offended by or not. It certainly didn't sound like anything he wanted to be associated with, but he'd come to the conclusion that the other could not speak the common tongue very well. “Nefarious. My name is Nefarious.”